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  <name><![CDATA[M.L . St. Sure]]></name>
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  <about><![CDATA[Dear Reader,
My father was in the Marines during World War II.  As a child I had asked him many times about his shiny medals, photos, letters and postcards to my mother, things about the war.  It seemed the more I pressed him for answers, the more reticent he became.  By the time I was eight years old I was writing war stories in the closet where my father's uniform hung.  I became obsessed with writing, and then one day I mailed one of my stories to the Oakland Tribune, and it was published the next weekend in the &quot;Aunt Elsie&quot; column.  Well, that did it for me.  I was a PUBLISHED author!

I lived in Berkeley, California and a few years later I entered college and majored in English.  I was still writing stories in my free time.  A friend of mine, who was editing for me, suggested that I attend the IOWA WRITER'S WORKSHOP in Iowa City, Iowa.  So off I went to write more stories, and I absolutely loved it!

I had just finished a summer session when I received a phone call from my mother telling me that father had just died from an aneurysm.  I was devastated.  My chance to know him was over.  A few months later, a package arrived for me in the mail.  I quickly opened it, and found wrapped in old newspapers, my father's war journals.  What a day that was for me!  Though, by the time I began reading it, I soon grimly understood why he never spoke of the war.  It took me a long time to absorb, to rethink, rehash everything that had happened to him.  I really took it hard.

My husband, Ken, and my daughters suggested I write his story, that it would be therapeutic to cleanse myself of grief.  So, I began writing and I could see with every page I completed that I was beginning to come to terms with it all.  By the time I was finished, I was healed.

My book, EVENSONG, is dedicated to my father.


M. L. St. Sure 
]]></about>        <born_at>12/16/1946</born_at>    
  
  
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  <title><![CDATA[Evensong]]></title>
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      <name><![CDATA[M.L . St. Sure]]></name>
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  <average_rating>3.71</average_rating>
  <ratings_count>21</ratings_count>
  <published>2007</published>  
  
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